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Alexander blinked once. He’d taken him by surprise. A sliver of satisfaction that Eric had caught him off guard touched a part of him. Another part inside curled into a ball over the fact the question wasn’t met with immediate enthusiasm.

Alexander murmured. “Tempting.”

“Please.” He might as well go straight into begging. Eric ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, it’s been a while. And whatever you want, of course.”

“I was on my way to the Library. We’ve got some new people in, and Master R asked—”

“I can help.” He swallowed down any more words. Alexander’s lids lowered a fraction. To most, the move was imperceptible. To Eric? A note of displeasure from the man, and it sent shivers up his spine. “I mean …”

“Yes.” Alexander’s chin raised slightly. “I do believe you can help. Follow.” The man strode past him. Eric had to quicken his steps considerably to keep up with Alexander’s long strides. At six foot five, he could be down the hallway in seconds.

As soon as they entered the large room, Alexander swung his gaze at Eric. “Any new limits?”

The man had to ask? But, dear God, let his question mean what he thought it did. “None.”

Alexander nodded once and stepped inside.

The Library wasn’t busy. Even if it were, picking out the newcomers, a couple, was easy. A tall brunette in a white cream suit and blue corset peeking out between her lapels picked at her cuticles. Her companion, shorter than her by a good six inches, had his arms crossed. Eric caught him nervously drumming his fingers against his ribcage. Who could blame them?

Club Accendos was one of the few environments in Washington where inhibitions and judgment had no place. Sexual freedom was a given. It could be disconcerting to be surrounded by people exercising that liberty with gusto.

Alexander strode over to the couple. Eric followed.

The woman flushed from head to toe and cast her eyes down as Alexander neared. Her companion gazed directly at Alexander. The dynamic was clear as to who was Dominant in the relationship.

“Claude. Jeanette.” Alexander nodded once. “Welcome.”

The man visibly relaxed and held out his hand. “Thank you for the invitation. You’ve got quite the place here.”

“This is Eric.” Alexander gestured to him.

Eric held out his hand, which Claude took. “I’ve heard there’s a third, as well?”

The man’s interest in their personal dynamic irritated him. It wasn’t unusual for Club members to ask where Rebecca was if not with Alexander or Eric. Something about Claude’s tone, however … He suddenly felt like a consolation prize.

“Rebecca. She’s busy,” Eric didn’t know if she was busy or not, but hell if he’d stand there in second place.

Alexander didn’t react to his words. “I understand you have a particular interest in rope work.”

“We’ve … dabbled.”

Jeanette flushed an even deeper crimson.

Alexander eyed her, then sliced his gaze back to Claude. “Care to witness how I would approach it?”

The man’s face fell in shock. He swallowed hard and nodded once. Ah, so he got the incredible honor Alexander was about to bestow on him. He hadn’t played in the Library, and certainly not with witnesses, in years—long before Eric was graced with the man’s heart. Or so he’d been told.

Alexander drew in a long breath, and his eyes fired. An untrained eye, one not used to assessing every molecule of Alexander’s being like Eric was, wouldn’t have caught the shift in him. Eric, however, hummed with electricity, fully aware he, too, was about to get a supreme gift. He would witness whatever Alexander planned. At least, that was what he was sure his presence was for.

But then, as Alexander did so often, he surprised him. The man turned to him. “Eric. Choose your ropes.”

Choose. Andyour. Alexander wanted him to bottom for him? Eric hurried to the large credenza on the far wall. It held many things. Eric found skeins ofsilk, hemp, or jute ropes. Which one would Alexander want? Silk was softer, looser. Jute was uncomfortable as shit. Then there were five- and six-millimeter diameter choices. A subtle difference that would determine so much; namely, the length of play, given the thickness would dictate how long his limbs would hold out.

“Eric?” Alexander asked calmly.

He was taking too long. He grabbed two skeins of hemp with six-millimeter thickness in black. No way would he have chosen the hot pink, which was the only other choice in that combination.

He handed the bundles to Alexander. “Do you consent to rope bondage—”

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